"The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just"
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Lawrence is picking a fight with the civilized mind. He doesn’t want justice to be a courtroom virtue - cool, measured, supposedly impartial. He wants it to be an internal fidelity test: are you obeying the “sincere intuition of the soul,” even when that intuition arrives in messy forms like anger or soft forms like pity?
The provocation is in the sorting. Anger and pity, in Lawrence’s scheme, are not moral failures but honest signals - heat and tenderness as forms of contact with reality. Judgement, by contrast, is the performance of distance. It’s the mind appointing itself as a magistrate, turning people into cases and motives into evidence, swapping lived complexity for a verdict. That’s why he calls judgement “never just”: it pretends to be above feeling while quietly being powered by it, laundering desire and prejudice through the language of reason.
The subtext is quintessential Lawrence: distrust of modernity’s self-congratulating rationalism and its bureaucratic ethics. Writing in the early 20th century, amid industrial discipline, mechanized war, and tightening social norms, Lawrence keeps insisting that the life-force (sexual, emotional, instinctual) is being strangled by systems that reward composure and punish intensity. His “justice” is closer to spiritual authenticity than to social order.
It’s also a warning disguised as permission. If you exile anger to seem fair, you don’t become just - you become compliant. If you cling to judgement to feel safe, you don’t become moral - you become sterile. Lawrence is arguing that the truer ethic is intimacy with your own motives, not authority over others.
The provocation is in the sorting. Anger and pity, in Lawrence’s scheme, are not moral failures but honest signals - heat and tenderness as forms of contact with reality. Judgement, by contrast, is the performance of distance. It’s the mind appointing itself as a magistrate, turning people into cases and motives into evidence, swapping lived complexity for a verdict. That’s why he calls judgement “never just”: it pretends to be above feeling while quietly being powered by it, laundering desire and prejudice through the language of reason.
The subtext is quintessential Lawrence: distrust of modernity’s self-congratulating rationalism and its bureaucratic ethics. Writing in the early 20th century, amid industrial discipline, mechanized war, and tightening social norms, Lawrence keeps insisting that the life-force (sexual, emotional, instinctual) is being strangled by systems that reward composure and punish intensity. His “justice” is closer to spiritual authenticity than to social order.
It’s also a warning disguised as permission. If you exile anger to seem fair, you don’t become just - you become compliant. If you cling to judgement to feel safe, you don’t become moral - you become sterile. Lawrence is arguing that the truer ethic is intimacy with your own motives, not authority over others.
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| Topic | Justice |
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